Quaking in Her boots was the exact right words for what Sandra was experiencing at this moment. The thunderous rattle of the ring with each step She took felt like a foreboding warning of the trouble She would be in once Her opponent arrived- No doubt causing Her body to be the initiator of each crash and rattle from then on out. Spoiler
Sheepishly, Sandra Thomas awaited in the corner of the ring, biting Her lip as She nervously grazed Her vision across the audience cheering and hollering for the entrance of the actual wrestler in tonight's event- at least She was being paid little mind. Being in the position She was in, there was no entrance or announcement for Sandra once She entered the ring; coming in shortly after the end of the last match and hurried on the side of the ramp as if She had missed Her cue in a play. All the ringside staff were fixated on the entrance ramp as the deafening silence was causing the unprepared brunette to shudder with anticipation and fear- It wasn't as if She didn't know what Her place in this company was. However the worst part of it all perhaps was the mystery of not knowing who it was She would be facing.
Backstage, She was practically wrangled up as a "Good enough" prospect to enhance the abilities of Her opponents; Her thick body and sheepish attitude no doubt making Her a prime target for such opportunities. Would Her opponent see these features and have perhaps some sympathy? Hell, even pity would do if it could get Her off from a more intense night. Maybe if She was *really* lucky, this would be a one-and-done, maybe just one big move to show their strength and then everyone moves on! The thought certainly eased the brunette's mind as She exhaled with a shaky disposition and trembling lip; feeling it in Her gut that any second now it would begin in earnest.
"THE FOLLOWING IS A 30-MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH!" "...huh?"
"EACH PINFALL, SUBMISSION OR ORGASM WILL CONTRIBUTE TO THAT WRESTLERS POINTS; THE WRESTLER WITH THE MOST POINTS AT THE TIME LIMIT WILL BE DECLARED THE VICTOR!"
Sandra's throat felt like it had tightened in an instant- Her body shook erratically as the hollers and cheers of the audience grew from the announcement of the match stipulation. Her breathing became rapid and Her eyes darted around to find some reassurance from anyone at all- the referee, the ring announcer, the audience... All spoke the same story through expression alone. 30 minutes. No way out.
Sandra's eyes darted up as Her opponents music began to blare.
"Did she not even know what kind of match she was in for?"
breathed a sigh of mild frustration in response to
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's question, but it wasn't aimed at him, and had been lessened by the success of her play. Paul Lombardi, the man who had booked tonight's card, had been stricken by some stomach virus, and was thusly unable to oversee operations tonight. And owing to her position as the head of the successful "After Dark" side show, supplemented by some further success in the political game backstage, she'd been trusted to take the reins in his place.
Alix liked to try to put her focus on people's positives. Give them the benefit of the doubt, and all. But Paul...the longer she's had the displeasure of working with him, the less she found to like. He was a silver-tongued con man who kept none of the promises he made unless it was in his best interest. That is to say, unless they were promises made to their superiors. Those he'd be a fool to break.
And he was no fool. His was a voice that was able to convince management of the value that male wrestlers can bring to the product. His cards would feature as much intergender action as one could get away with in the female-centric LAW. Something that she could get behind. And there was much progress to be made here, so she really wanted to. But unfortunately, he had some particular tastes pervading them.
He loves his squash matches. And not just any regular squashes: He was always looking to get some pretty..."meat", as he'd call them, in the ring with monsters. Rookies and girls who were otherwise out of the depth against the likes of Killer King and Lycanstar...Paul was responsible for a lot of those matches, and he took pride in the results, no matter how horrid.
Sadly, he had some reason to. Those matches fulfilled a niche. There was a sizeable portion of fans who liked to see hapless women being brutally beaten and violated. Like Alice Luminous, who Paul had talked into stepping into the ring against that animal. No, demon. After it had oh so gleefully come mere inches away from committing murder, in its first match, Alix had no longer considered that thing a man.
The incident wouldn't come without consequence, however. There were just enough sane minds in high places to put it on the shelf for a while. Alix wasn't surprised that it was still employed; the higher-ups had kept a woman on after she'd incited a riot and run over members of the audience, after all. And of course, Paul had done all he could to get Lycanstar back in the ring as soon and as often as he could. In fact, the spot that Severin occupied now had originally been meant for it.
Sandra Thomas was simply not built to face something so inhuman. She came from bikini fighting. Bedroom tussles. The lower-intensity stuff that the Erotic Combat Club -- Alix's old stomping grounds -- offered. The former porn star and veteran sexfighter saw the more vulnerable rookies she'd worked with in the curvy brunette who was shaking in the ring right now. There was no way in Hell that she was going to let that match happen.
Fortunately, Severin was in town. He wasn't on tonight's original card, however. And with that, he'd intended to get some extra training in.
But Alix needed him. Reliable in ability, gentlemanly conduct, and possessed of a dominant side that he was eager to explore -- he would be an excellent replacement. If Severin were to have somehow failed to hear or be swayed by the desperation in her voice, her offers would solidly convey that: She'd take care of the flight, and make sure it was first class. He'd get the penthouse suite in the LAW-owned hotel he'd be booked into, and the premium service that came with it. Keira was away, off to do some photoshoots with Lilith Models, an agency that Alix herself had worked with a few times, it turned out. But if she were around, she would've enjoyed those same benefits.
Alix had even promised him a bigger check this week, but the flight and the suite were already plenty on the material end for making up for a call on such short notice. And hearing why she'd called him...yeah, he was up for it.
There would be some who wouldn't be getting their fix of a horribly one-sided slaughter, but she had something in mind to make up for it. To the wider audience, that is -- she hadn't concerned herself much with them.
There was a new star who was rising fast through the LAW's already stellar roster: Yumie Hayashi. She wasn't on the card either, but she was around, likely waiting to write another hard-fought battle into her book. And Lycanstar was itching for some action; the match practically booked itself. Alix had even gone and made it the main event.
"They do that here?" Severin's eyes went wide with the incredulity that filled his voice. He couldn't believe what he saw on the television screen that had been set high on the wall in what was Mr. Lombardi's office.
They were just gonna throw her in the deep end without a word in advance? He knows that management can get up to some slimy shit, but come on.
"It's happened to her at least two other times, that I know of."
The masked man winced. "Christ."
"I know." And she'd provided clear orders to inform Sandra of what she'd be doing tonight well before she got into the ring. Clearly, that memo had been missed. Either that, or it had been ignored. Alix chose to hope that it was the former, but she knew that the latter was a possibility as well. Not everyone in LAW held the same sympathies she did towards talents like Sandra.
And since this wasn't an After Dark card, there wasn't anything more she could do about this. These weren't her people. But at least she had the one in where it mattered most. Her gratitude to him was plain on her face.
"Thanks again, Sev. I know this isn't ballet we've signed up for, but there has to be a line, especially in erotic wrestling."
"Happy to help." Severin stood up from his chair and reached out to shake her hand. "By the way, when do you have some free time next? I came up with some ideas with the Candlelight Bliss thing that I wanna bounce off you."
"Stop by after the show! I'm pretty much just here to oversee it since Paul's sick, so I'm not gonna have a lot to do."
"Alright, bet! Catch you later!"
And with that, he was off. And with his eyes turned to the way to the ring, Alix's own had started eating. If she had heat vision, they'd be burning a hole in those tight trunks he was wearing, in particular. The temptation to book a match between the two of them on After Dark was certainly there, but her veteran instincts were telling her to wait, for he was only just beginning that process of discovering who he was as a wrestler. And in a place that offers such a wide variety of opponents and match types, this was just about guaranteed to be a dynamic process.
Alix was eager to see what would come of it all.
"Good luck, sweetie!"
Severin appreciated her well wishes, but to be entirely honest? What he's seen of Sandra so far had him feeling like he wouldn't need them. He'd keep his wits about him, of course, but...Yeah. He was very confident about how this thing was gonna go.
Turn the lights down. Black Severin's choice of music tonight was a reflection of what he be looking to do, given that Hentai was on the menu.
"Standing at five feet and eight inches, and weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds, fighting out of Milwaukee, Wisconsin...! Blaaaack Severiiin!"
The ring announcer had the timing of that so down pat, he was certain that she knew the song. Most likely saw the travesty it was attached to. Terrell himself had to sit through the Fifty Shades trilogy with his ex, who figured that it was a good look into the BDSM subculture after he'd expressed an interest in exploring it. And Lisa would not only fall in love with that horror story, but rope him into the dominant role that he wanted her to play.
It was one disaster among many in that dumpster fire of a relationship.
So why was Black Severin coming out to a song that was linked to a story that was associated entirely with negativity in his eyes? Well, the movies and the books they were adapted from were all hot garbage of the foulest order, but the same wasn't true of the soundtrack that was wasted on it. "Sacrifice" was one of his favorites.
And maybe this was some kind of subconscious therapy for himself. His experience with LAW in general has been a way of starting over to do...a lot of things right. Rewrite the book on his adult life. If "rewrite" is the right word. He'd think about this later.
The arena had been coated in darkness, with the exception of a single spotlight that had been aimed at the stage. Severin walked into it, hood up, head down, face hidden for a few seconds before he pulled the hood back and
(Imagine that Severin's choreography is constantly moving him forward.)
; the song was planned, but he flew by the seat of his pants where the dancing was concerned, the light following him every step of the way. His ears took the lead, and the rest of him formed a routine that turned out to be a hit, particularly with the ladies, who were already drooling over his showy attire. He hopped onto the apron upon reaching it, but wouldn't slip between the ropes until after he slipped his hooded jacket off of his finely sculpted body, leading to the arena being filled with amorous screams.
He tried to keep it cool, but he couldn't fight the big, dumb grin that took form on his handsome face as he peered out into the audience. This was his second week back to wrestling in an arena after having spent so much time in hotel rooms, apartments, and suites. This was the biggest reaction he's gotten from a live crowd yet, and in the process, they've got him feeling like a heartthrob.
He tossed his jacket into the crowd and slipped through the ropes. With a deliberate pace that got him another appreciative pop. And on the subject of appreciation...
"Hello, Sandra!" He uttered, in the vein of the classic, "
!" Just with the thirst level scaled down some.
It might be a cheesy way to describe her, but it fits: This woman's got curves in all the right places, and everything was being shown off just fine. There was only one thing wrong with what she had on in Severin's eyes, and it wasn't even about what she was wearing. It was how she wore it: The confidence wasn't there.
He could sympathize, really. She was effectively in the spot that he was afraid he'd end up in when he first got started. But she was a lot braver. She had the guts to come out to this ring without a mask. The LAW Universe can be a loving bunch, but they could also be fucking ugly. And your chances of being met with "fucking ugly" only increases with back-to-back losses.
Thankfully, she wasn't getting that mess tonight. Well, not from the crowd, anyway. But after having spent so much of his life dealing with anxiety, he had the feeling that it wasn't helping much here. Her mind was likely convincing her that she was.
So what would Severin do? He'd do what Daeva Asphodel did for him when they had their match -- the very first Hentai match he's had in front of a crowd. A smaller crowd in a private venue, with NDA's having been a requirement for attendance, as per After Dark standard. But it was a crowd, nonetheless.
Maybe a little flirting will help.
Take the focus off the audience and redirect as much of it towards himself as he could. That's the goal.
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Her opponents entrance, music, light show... just, all of it really- made Sandra's heart sink all the way to Her feet. Her opponent's spectacle was something to behold- as was the man Himself and it was clear that this was not going to be a easy night. His bravado and confidence as He strode down to the ring caused Her jaw to remain dropped- not to mention the fact that He was... well, a man! That fact in particular hit Her later than She expected since She had thought- or, assumed that... She would be facing a Woman at the very least! But instead She was greeted with the muscular frame of Black Severin shining through the darkness of the arena's lighting as His entrance brought Him finally to the ring ropes~
The way He slowly draped His jacket off His shoulders until His rock-hard physique was prominently displayed for Sandra would have normally made the brunette blush in arousal~ But instead it was a combination of fear and hopelessness. Her body wilted in His presence as He stood in the ring- knees quaking, jaw agape and a slouched posture as She had simply forgotten to stand up straight while oggling Her rather dominant looking opponent- And then He spoke...
Her entire body shivered as His words cemented that this was no dream- He was a man in the ring opposite to Her; and this was going to be as one-sided of an affair as they have come. She felt His gaze scan up and down Her entire exposed body; the unmodest attire She was provided doing very little to help cover Her up in any decent manner. Slowly Her hands would find their way between Her legs as She bent forward and squeezed Her thighs together as She wilted in place~ Breathing heavily as She couldn't help but avert Her gaze from His form!
He- He's just so... so muscular so... f-fucking... g-god~ W-what's happening to me..?
Was it truly a deep desire inside of Sandra to be in a situation like this? To be dominated by a man as imposing and sculpted as Severin? Why was She crossing Her legs so much..? Sandra was completely at the mercy of Her own bodies confusion as She gripped Her thighs and crotch tightly with Her hands as if to gauge what it was feeling~ Not even proper words could escape Her mouth as Her stammering lips began to fumble out a uneasy, yet questioning moan~ A moan of... worry. Subservience. She mouthed the word "No" over and over yet the sounds never left Her lips- how was it that He had put such a spell on Her from His presence alone..?
If Severin thought that His playful comment would ease Her- it seemed to have proved quite the opposite effect.
Okay. With a reaction like that, he didn't know whether to write that down as a success or a failure. She was scared. Freaking out. Talking to herself, he thinks. But also kind of turned on, maybe? Scaroused? He couldn't tell exactly how she felt. Which side of the line she was leaning more towards.
God, he hates, hates, hates these situations! Having to decipher a woman's emotions during a charged time, in Terrell's experience throughout his previous relationships, has always been like traversing a minefield without a map. One wrong move, and everything is fucked. There's no talking things over. No room for him to explain whatever mistake he made. No do overs.
That sense of dread he felt before -- in his last one, especially -- that feeling where he knew that the next thing he said or did had a high likelihood of determining whether he was going to have a good day or a shitty one...it wasn't present here. It wasn't anywhere near that intense, anyway. But there was still some pressure there.
But he could work with this. Just do his thing and see how it works out. It usually does in this place, and in a way, it already has. Her eyes were on him, and not the audience.
Severin had the feeling that words weren't gonna get him very far here, so he decided to do what none of her opponents had until now: He extended a hand, letting it hang for her to either shake or just leave alone. The way she's looking, it could go either way.
"nononononono..."
Sandra just shook Her head lightly in denial- doing so with caution as if She was in the den of a lion and trying not to provoke it- Her eyes barely able to keep clearly opened as She stared at the oppressively large Severin's body in constant shock. When he reached out His hand, She winced; unsure if it had started and She didn't even realize it! Her eyes tightly shut as if to expect the worst until a few seconds past and not a finger was laid on Her- only a raise out hand for... a handshake? A invitation?
Sandra looked dumbfounded at it for a brief few seconds, the moaning and uneasy groans not stopping either way! Her hands were tightly pressed in Her inner thighs, gripping on for dear life just under Her crotch- it would take the jaws of life to remove them for even a second as the nervous jobber just was unable to physically react. Her head followed His arm all the way up to His shoulders and torso- observing each muscle as She crawled Her gaze up further and further- to His neck and eventually finally locking eyes with the man properly.
Perhaps now She could speak her piece- exclaim Her desire to just be let go or pinned quickly or- or-
"mnnah... n-no... I- I can'...t"
The jobber shook Her head lightly; only mouthing out Her constant "No's" as a reply. Whatever He was offering She just couldn't manage to physically help Herself. She bent forward more in a unwitting act of subservience; Her body looking like it was pleading for mercy before a single finger was laid on it... Sandra was beyond lost.
For a moment there, Severin just stood where he was, lowering his hand and returning it to his side, observing the nervous wreck in front of him. She's really been through it. And it sparked the urge to just walk out of the ring and take the ten count. But he couldn't. At least, not yet. He'd promised Alix this favor, and he intends to keep it, if circumstances allow it. But yeesh, man. This is worse than awkward now. It's downright uncomfortable. Like he's the "talent" in a film the girl's been blackmailed into or something.
But...he'll try.
He circled around and took control of her waist, pulling her curves up against his muscles, trying his level best to ignore that dirty feeling that was welling up inside of him. He leaned in close, real close, bringing his lips just a few inches short of her ear and tilting his head in such a manner that his hair obscured his face. He didn't want the millions that were watching, or the mics to pick up on what he said to her.
"Just try to relax. Let's give these people a show, and I'll try to make this as fun for you as I can. Okay?"
Sandra remained petrified in place as Severin circled around Her and gripped Her waist- a slight jolt from the brunette as if She was dipping Her toe into a pool once His skin was on Hers. He leaned in against Her back, causing Sandra's breathing to become more erratic- She closed Her eyes and whined a barely audible plea as She could feel His breath against Her skin~
"Just try to relax. Let's give these people a show, and I'll try to make this as fun for you as I can. Okay?"
"Fun"? That was perhaps the last word on Sandra's mind at this time- Whatever that could mean it certainly wouldn't be painless, that much She was counting on. Her throat was dry and perhaps it was just the buildup and anticipation at this point that was doing more damage to Her than any wrestling move could... All She could do for Herself is keep gripping Her thighs and crotch tightly as if it was a comforting pillow of relief~
Okay, he was wrong. The sheer dread on her end...It was like they were in an anime now, and Sandra had just turned Super Saiyan CPTSD. She was emitting an aura of it now, and the feeling was settling into his bones. This wasn't a panic attack, was it?
Please don't tell me this is a panic attack.
Oh, God. What is he supposed to do with this?
Gotta do something. The first thing that came to mind: Lifting her up off her feet, then bringing her back down onto the mat. Prone, with one of his knees set forward to soften her landing.
Sandra remained tightly comforted into Herself, eyes tightly shut as She expected the worst to come at any minute- Until finally it seemed like Her opponent was going to get things started! Sandra felt Her feet raise off the canvas and Her body angled straight up~ Her feet kicked lightly as She breathed with exasperation, Her energy being spent by Her intense hyperventilating up to this point! It would come, any second now- the second She opened Her eyes it would be Her body crashing down; painfully crumpled into a pile of agony and embarrassment~
Her world began to fall as She barely squeaked out a scream~ a sharp inhale before suddenly feeling-
*thud*
...Had it, had it happened? Wait was She knocked out? The audience could still be heard, the feeling in Her body... still was present? She kept Her eyes closed for a few seconds longer but nothing changed. Her breathing returned to a relatively normal pace as Her eyes slowly peeled opened and She was... just laying there? Her opponent's arms still wrapped onto Her waist but not inflicting any punishment. A rather... I guess dull ache in Her wrists which must have landed first on the mat but nothing more that felt off. A confused whine followed, Sandra attempted to look around; face behind Her and look at Her opponent as if She had forgotten Her lines in a play. ...what was going on?
